Mamãe

She is the owner of everything,
She is the queen of the home,
She is worth more to me,
Than the sky, the earth, the sea,
She is the most beautiful word,
That a poet ever wrote,
She is the treasure that the poor,
Received from the hands of the Lord,

Mom, mom, mom,
You are the reason for my days,
You are made of love and hope,
Oh, oh, oh mom,
I grew up, lost my way
I come back to you and feel like a child,
Mom, mom, mom,
I remember you with a sandal in hand,
The apron all dirty from eggs,
If I could,
I would want to start over again mom,
Start everything, everything over